It Was Built Against The Will Of

I Detest The Man Who Hides On Thing In The Depths Of His Heart And Speaks Forth Another.

Let Him Submit To Me! Only The God Of Death Is So Relentless, Death Submits To No One—so Mortals Hate Him Most Of All The Gods. Let Him Bow Down To Me! I Am The Greater King, I Am The Elder-born, I Claim—the Greater Man.

Don't Mess With The Dead, Boy, They Have Eerie Powers.

Hunger Is Insolent, And Will Be Fed.

For A Friend With An Understanding Heart Is Worth No Less Than A Brother